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On a Thursday afternoon I was out to attend a meeting for which I was late already. When I left home I could hear the sound of the Azaan(s) of Salat-Ul-Asr(The afternoon prayer) fleeting in the sky. While I was on the way a thought struck my mind that I was already late for the meeting so why not stop by, pray and then head for the meeting. Maybe that prayer will at least help me to not get in trouble for being late. So I found a mosque on my way and pulled my car to the side and parked in the no parking area because there was no space, thanks to the Thursdays rush. But then which cop would have a heart to fine a man who is praying, this way I wasn’t tensed about the parking issue. I did the ablution(Wudhu) and stepped in the Mosque only to find myself alone there. However, I chose the middle row in the middle of the mosque and prayed. While I was praying I heard a man walk in slowly. By the time he was passing by me, my prayer was done and we had an eye contact. He was pretty old, fair, had wrinkles on his face, light brown hair and facial hair, unusual hazel eyes and the way he said “Asalaamalaikm” to me, I knew he was an Afghani man. The lights of the Mosque were switched off and rays of sunlight slowly fell inside the mosque, it was a beautiful sight when this man walked nowhere but to that place and started praying. This photograph is nowhere close to the definition of the bond of a man with his creator, but this photograph sure has captured that moment with a little bit of meaning and feeling. I waited there until we had another eye contact and then I left while he stayed.

letssharestories:

✦ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬|Daughter of Muhammad Ali STORY |▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ✦“If memory serves me correctly, I was wearing a little white tank top and a short black skirt. I had been raised Orthodox Muslim, so I had never before worn such revealing clothing while in my father’s presence. When we finally arrived, the chauffer escorted my younger sister, Laila, and me up to my father’s suite.As usual, he was hiding behind the door waiting to scare us. We exchanged many hugs and kisses as we could possibly give in one day. My father took a good look at us. Then he sat me down on his lap and said something that I will never forget.He looked me straight in the eyes and said, “Hana, everything that Allah (SWT) made valuable in the world is covered and hard to get to. Where do you find diamonds? Deep down in the ground covered and protected.Where do you find pearls? Deep down at the bottom of the ocean covered up and protected in a beautiful shell. Where do you find gold? Way down in the mine, covered over with layers and layers of rock. You’ve got to work hard to get to them.”He looked at me with serious eyes. “Your body is sacred. You’re far more precious than diamonds and pearls, and you should be covered too.”Source:“More Than A Hero: Muhammad Ali’s Life Lessons Through His Daughter’s Eyes.”▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬

proudtobeamuslim:

اشهد ان لا اله الا الله و ان محمدا عبده و رسوله

proudtobeamuslim:

اعوذ بالله من الشيطان و همزه و نفخه و نفثه ..

islamic-quotes:

Defence against the dark arts

islamic-quotes:

Islam unites us

poeticislam:

Ibn Mas’ud –(radiyallaahu ‘anhu) – would advise his students, “If your intention is one of these three, do not seek knowledge: To shame the ignorant, or to argue with the Fuqahaa’ (scholars), or to cause people to turn their faces in your direction. Intend with your actions and words that which is with Allaah, for indeed that which is with Allaah shall remain and everything else shall perish.”

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